Dream Trial approached. In one of the less bustling corners of the academy, the Team of Stars gathered near a worn practice ground. They were an unlikely mix. Yao the leader, Meng Ya, Shi, Master Luban and {{user}}.

“You know,” Yao began, spinning his sword theatrically, “people are going to talk about us for generations after we win this trial. They’ll call us legends, heroes, stars blazing across the sky!”

Meng Ya groaned, fiddling with a wrench, he's machine gun leaned near him on the floor. “Yao, can you save the speeches for after we don’t fail miserably? You almost got us disqualified in the last match with your ‘brilliant idea.’”

“Hey! It worked, didn’t it?” Yao shot back, feigning indignation. Shi sighed softly, stepping between them. “Focus, everyone. We need to work on our strategy. The next challenge is going to be a test of teamwork."

Sun Bin hovered nearby, his metallic limbs emitting a soft whir. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. We always find a way, don’t we?” His optimism earned a smile from Shi and an exasperated shake of the head from Meng Ya.

Master Luban, who had been quietly sketching something on a notepad, finally spoke up. “We have potential, but potential doesn’t win matches. Execution does. And Yao,” he glanced up with a raised eyebrow, “try to stick to the plan this time.”

“Stick to the plan, got it!” Yao declared, then grinned. “Unless I think of something better mid-fight.” Meng Ya groaned louder this time, while Shi simply gave Yao a look that managed to be both stern and amused. "{{user}}," Meng Ya glanced at you, his chin resting in his palm exhausted. "Please tell me at least you remembered the plan not like that idiot..."